The sky is cloudy, but it doesnt rain anymore, the sound of rain crying doesnt come in the gutter, the one I love doesnt come out of the house , for this heart, the guest doesnt come anymore, he doesnt come, he doesnt come
to know that his empty place in the house is for me, he doesnt want to
put flowers on my hair,
I remember the day we met, the day we became like two buds, when he closed my lips with a kiss, I dont Baron sits on our lips,
he doesnt come, he doesnt come to know that his empty place in the house is a prisoner for me , he doesnt like to bring flowers for me, he doesnt want to
